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Arden 3d
Im not doing ok
I havent washed my hair
since last Sunday

I've worn these clothes
For the past 3 days

Just about killed myself
Saturday night

But like nothing is really wrong
Im just ******* depressed
And I don’t know how to get out of it

I almost asked someone how
I know if I need more help
But
Instead I typed a paragraph about
Why they matter and
Need to put themselves first
Creator Sun Sep 22
Hey.
If you're reading this,
Which you shouldn't be,
I just wanted to say,
You don't need me.

You don't need me.
I don't need to be here.
I'll just drag you down,
With my flaws and I-
I'll cause you to drown.

In loneliness.
With me.
I don't want you to suffer.
I don't want to suffer.
With you.

Is it normal to feel like
Someone else's shadow?
Is it normal to feel like a ghost
An ethereal spirit, disconnected.
Lost.

I'm lost.
At a loss of words,
lost in this game called life.
And I don't even know why
I'm pulling out this knife.

To hurt myself.
Ghosts can't bleed, can they?
Ghosts don't feel, do they?
Ghosts shouldn't matter, should they?
I'm not making sense, am I?
A continuation of the previous poem, I'm not sure if I like this. It turned out different then expected. Oh well.
It's been 60 days
I'm finally beginning to feel comfortable with you
Sometimes it all feels like a daydream haze
I can't help but continue to wonder if you care about me too

It's okay though, everything is fine
Maybe things will change with time
We don't need to rush things, it's not like this is a crime
I don't understand it all yet, but our friendship is in it's prime

I don't want to ruin this, not this time.
Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for being my rock, my lantern, my shelter. Thank you for being there for me. I wish I could make it up to you, I wish I could show you all my poetry. I wish I could show you how much you matter to me.
Stand strong.
You matter, not alone.
You strong, you not alone and you can do it.
New people, opportunities.
Life goes on.
Stand straight and strong.
Keep your head up straight.
I proud for you.
Trafficing humans, when did this become a reality
When did human lives become a lucrative commodity
Is there not value in every life
I ask,
with tear stained sincerity
It's leaving families broken and consoled by fear
How do we eradicate this scourge
Shake a sleeping world
Shout! be aware
Take up arms, take aim
and release without a care
In the end
It's the families tears that's paying the fare
For these souless demons to collect their blood fare
My heart beats to the sound of dispair
Knowing this is our current world
Our saddened state of affairs.
This is becoming a serious problem, or it has been. There need to be more awareness surrounding this worldly problem. To many lights being put out by the darkness.....we need to let our light shine brighter
People do like mischief and chatter,
Really, what does it all matter?
It is only about chaff and stuff,
In 100 years, we shall all be dust,
This is what makes me meaner,
As I empty more dust from the vacuum cleaner,
We shall all be a little pile of dust,
And our pets, a tiny heap of fluff!
Feedback welcome.
Be happy no matter how.
My lesson number 577543478...
am i something other than the scoff of thunder?
other than the whimper of the wind?
do my words mean more than the weeping of a storm?
or am i the same as the breeze out of reach of the hurricane’s rage?

shall i linger like ash
or drift like sea-foam?

what matters more
how loud my song
or how long it echoes?
or how long it echoes?
I know you're hurting,
and it seems everything is breaking
apart from every angle.

You feel your thoughts,
and emotions are weighing
your mind and heart.

You feel the days
are dragging you along with it.
You want to be alone,
you push away everyone around you.

I know your contemplating
between giving up,
you feel there is no light.

You feel it's tough,
overwhelming and draining.
You feel the darkness in you
is growing, consuming you cell by cell.
and you just don't fight anymore.

You just want it to stop.
But, I just want you to hang in
there a little longer.

I want you to hold on to the people
who love you even though you feel
there aren't any.

You are loved.
You matter.
Even when you feel
no one can save you,
even when you feel
no one can reach you.

But there is hope as long as there is life.
I want you to breathe.
Just have faith.
Because there is
something greater within you
than the pain or obstacle
you experience and encounter.
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